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cantsayidont · 3 months

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Hateration holleration, teevee edition, with important new critical evaluation features:

APPLES NEVER FALL (2024): Engrossing, often funny seven-part mystery-drama, based on a novel by Liane Moriarty, about the dysfunctional family of retired tennis pros Stan and Joy Delaney (Sam Neill and Annette Bening), whose four adult kids — rich dipshit Troy (Jake Lacy), hot mess Amy (Alison Brie), perpetually resentful Brooke (Essie Randles), and neurotic underachiever Logan (Conor Merrigan Turner) — begin to unravel after Joy mysteriously disappears. Did Stan kill her? Does Joy's disappearance have something to do with their former houseguest Savannah (Georgia Flood), a troubled young woman who had persuaded Joy and Stan to take her in under what may have been false pretenses? Everyone knows something more than they're telling, as the situation brings old resentments bubbling to the surface. Perhaps a smidgen too arch for its own good, and the shifting flashback structure sometimes makes it hard to keep track of the sequence of events, but consistently interesting and refreshingly nuanced, with well-drawn characters and excellent performances. (Neill, Bening, and Flood are particularly good.) Only the finale falls short: Certain key character motivations remain murky, and the final scenes are a bit flat, perhaps an inevitable consequence of a story that flits between tones and genres in a way that leaves it without a natural endpoint. Also, the South Florida setting isn't always convincing; big portions of the series were actually shot in Australia. CONTAINS LESBIANS? Yes! (More than one, even.) VERDICT: Flawed but worthwhile.

THE BROTHERS SUN (2024): One-season action-comedy-drama series about an infamous triad underboss from Taipei, Charles Sun (Justin Chien), who's sent to America to protect his mother (Michelle Yeoh) and younger brother Bruce (Sam Song Li) after a cunningly staged attack by an unknown enemy puts his father (Johnny Kou) in the hospital. Mama Sun scarcely needs protection, but the same isn't true of Bruce, a dorky pre-med student who really wants to do improv, and who's totally out of place in his family's world of ultraviolence and organized crime. Meanwhile, Charles' childhood friend Alexis (Highdee Kuan), who's still sweet on him, is now an ambitious assistant DA who sees taking down the triads as a defining career move. Starts off disarmingly light (though always quite violent), but gets significantly darker as it goes on, which really isn't to its credit — after the cheerful amorality of the early episodes, the increasingly maudlin themes of conflicted family loyalty feel heavy-handed, culminating in a credibility-straining climax with about as much subtlety as a cement mixer. It could also have used more Michelle Yeoh and less Sam Li, whose character is such a feckless dweeb that he sometimes grates. Chien actually makes Charles a more credible character than Bruce, impressive considering the level of pulpy plot contrivance involved. A planned second season was canceled, but except for a post-credits tag in the finale, the story feels reasonably complete. CONTAINS LESBIANS? Not so as you'd notice. VERDICT: Starts well, veers too far into turgid melodrama.

PALM ROYALE (2024): Fingernails-on-chalkboard would-be social satire, set in 1969 and featuring Kristen Wiig (with a singularly unconvincing Georgia accent) as conniving but vapid former beauty queen Maxine Simmons, who for some unaccountable reason is determined to wheedle her way into the Palm Beach upper crust, by hook or by crook, while secretly squatting in the mansion of society matron Norma Dellacorte (Carol Burnett), who almost no one realizes is actually in a coma. The glib voiceover narration recalls the early seasons of DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES, but with no bite and no apparent point — there's no reason to care about the premise, the plot, or any of the characters, who are neither sympathetic enough to be likable nor bitchy enough to be fun. Wiig is just awful, straining to prove she can do the kind of role that in recent years has usually gone to Margot Robbie; she can't, and she's obviously at least 10 years too old for her character. The period production design is suitably glossy, but an interesting supporting cast (including Laura Dern, Allison Janney, and Leslie Bibb) is completely defeated by the dreadful scripts, and Ricky Martin (built like a marble statue with acting to match) eventually arrives to stink up the proceedings as Norma's loyal houseboy. I only barely made it through the third episode, and the idea of enduring seven more is too painful to contemplate. If you're in the mood for genteel Southern bitchiness, you'd get more out of a highlight reel of Rue McLanahan scenes from THE GOLDEN GIRLS, which would actually be funny. CONTAINS LESBIANS? Not in the first three episodes. VERDICT: Alternately dull and agonizing.

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jemmaasimmons · 7 months

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tagged by @usernace tysm lovely💖

three ships: fitz x simmons, booth x brennan & castle x beckett

first ever ship: i think it was probably troy x gabriella lol

last song: listening to i know the end - phoebe bridgers as we speak

last film: that new leighton meester christmas movie 'exmas' which wasn't that great lol

currently reading: can i tell you something - holly june smith

currently watching: rewatching agents of shield, and i still have two eps of lessons in chemistry to watch!

currently consuming: coffee lol

currently craving: nothing

i tag: @ezrabriidger @bepoets @daisyjohnsn @moltobeneallonsy @singinprincess @rebecca-weltons if you guys want to ofc <3

#tag game #ellie.txt

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aisakalegacy · 5 months

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Automne 1915, Hylewood, Canada

Chers cousins,

Je vous écris de mon lit cher, au Canada, d’où j’effectue la fin de ma convalescence. J’ai passé trois des cinq derniers mois dans le comas. Les cauchemars se sont succédés, souvent similaires. Je rêve que mes camarades ont besoin d’aide, qu’ils sont blessés, et que je ne peux pas les sauver - mes jambes s’enlisent, et derrière moi surgit un géant de métal, armé d’ongles plus fins que l’acier qui d’une main m’immobilise, et de l’autre transperce les copains, pénètrent la chair sans la déchirer, et boit leur sang, à la manière d’une sangsue. Voilà le genre de rêve qui m’a animé pendant trois mois - autant vous dire que j’ai soupé du sommeil.

[Transcription] Zéphir Rumédier : Il dort toujours ? Bert Simmon : Toujours. Comme un bienheureux. Zéphir Rumédier : Ça fait plus d’une semaine… Tu crois qu’il va finir par se réveiller ? Bert Simmon : Il faut bien qu’il se requinque… Bert Simmon : Après tout, il a perdu une jambe. Marcellin Hamon : Moi j’en ai perdu deux, et je suis réveillé ! Arthur Rumédier : Tout le monde ne réagit pas aux amputations de la même manière, caporal. Hervé-Émile Paquin : Il parait qu’il a été trainé hors d’un trou d’obus par l’infirmière Delacroix sur plus de six cent pieds. Il parait qu’elle a dû enjamber son mari mort pour le récupérer. Arthur Rumédier : Lieutenant, elle va nous entendre… Heather Delacroix : Elle vous entend parfaitement, et elle aimerait que vous cessiez de jacasser, tous autant que vous êtes. Extinction des feux. Arthur Rumédier : Déjà ? Marcellin Hamon : Il fait encore jour… Heather Delacroix : Vous n’êtes pas au music hall, Sergent Rumédier, vous êtes pensionnaire, et le moins longtemps vous le resterez, le mieux je me porterai. Heather Delacroix : Certains d’entre vous ont besoin de repos… Tout le monde au lit.

#ts3 #simblr #legacy challenge #history challenge #decades challenge #lebris #lebrisgen3ter #Jules Le Bris #Bert Simmon #Odin Delacroix #Heather Delacroix #Arthur Rumédier #Zéphir Rumédier #Marcellin Hamon #Hervé-Émile Paquin

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royallyprincesslilly · 2 years

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Title: Tell Me What You Like {One Shot} **

Alfie Enoch x Reader

Warning: Cursing, NSFW, SMUUT, Teasing

Words: 3.6k

Summary: You and Alfie have been together for nine months, and he’s been respectful of your vow to finish out the year celibate. That does not mean he doesn’t get off on teasing the f**k out of you.

Note: Thank you to the person who suggested number 77 with Alfie. Hope you guys like this. The inspo line is in bold. Also, Italic text is something that happened in the past.

Thank you all so much for reading, I appreciate it.

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The feel of his large hands as they cupped your ass was phenomenal. Your back arched sending your spine inward and your ass out. He groaned on your lips making you unintentionally buck against him. As soon as your core nudged against the hardness in his lap, he groaned. The vibrations rocked you to the bone and awoke such a hunger in you that made you drop right into his lap. Alfie’s hands enveloped you so perfectly that you knew this was the only place you were truly meant to be. When his teeth sank into your bottom lip, you knew that he could take whatever the hell he wanted from you, no matter what it was.

“Fuuck!”

His voice was rugged, raspy, and filled with lust.

“Who’s tempting whom now?”

You smiled before you doubled down kissing him as if his lips were the long-awaited rain after a drought. Alfie moaned against you and allowed you to rock your heated core against his rock-hard erection. The only sounds in the living room of your apartment were your combined moans and the steady tick of the clock on the wall behind you. No matter how long he kissed you, you couldn’t get enough. You knew you were tipping on the verge of insanity from your chosen celibacy, but it was this moment you realized how close you really were.

Before you’d met Alfie, you’d broken up with you lying, good for nothing but a mediocre fuck boyfriend, Troy after catching him with one of your friends—or so-called friends. Turned out they’d had a thing going on for months without you even suspecting because you were so wrapped up in him and the sex. The night of the breakup, your friends had taken you out for drinks which turned into bottle after bottle of liquor down your throat. In no time, you were fucked up and when it came time to go home, the four of you had chosen to walk.

You walked past the cathedral on Simmons Street, St. Bartholomew of Ignatius, and in your drunken haze you felt it calling to you, telling you to come in. Your friends tried to pull you away, but you slipped inside without them knowing. From the moment you stepped inside, you found yourself in awe of the architecture and ornate designs that depicted the story of Christ. The so-called story wasn’t what gripped you it was the quiet you felt in your head and heart. It was a quiet that you hadn’t had the entire day because you were so heartbroken.

You didn’t feel the pain or hear the screaming voices of your insecurities telling you all the reasons why he’d cheated, the reasons why you weren’t good enough. You’d only meant to sit for a few moments but that had turned into a full thirty-minute gawk fest. It was there on that night of your breakup in that cathedral that gave you silence that you made your vow. You’d vowed that you would forgo any and all sex for a year to properly heal and rediscover yourself and own your worth and power. You vowed to never allow sex to make you so hooked on a man that you didn’t see what was right in front of you. You’d vowed it out loud and with conviction behind every single word.

Then you bawled right there for the last time and when you looked up there Alfie was holding out a packet of Kleenex for you with the softest look in his eyes. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought twice about that vow you’d just made, or if you said you didn’t think about reneging and proposing to start tomorrow, after you rode him into the sunset. You’d thought it all in the minute he stood there with the Kleenex. Then he spoke.

“Wanker.”

“Huh?”

It wasn’t a dignified reply, but neither was what he’d said.

“Wanker. It’s the new name of the complete dolt that hurt you because that’s what he is, a wanker.”

And that was how it started. You talked for an hour in the cathedral then he put you in a taxi. The next afternoon you found his number in your pocket. It took you two days to muster up the courage to call and then you’d had lunch. You couldn’t get over how gorgeous he was, couldn’t get over how much you were attracted to him but really enjoyed sitting and talking with him. One lunch turned to two, then dinners and finally breakfasts. When you’d found yourself at an art exhibit as his plus one weeks later you already knew he was a danger to your vow. The next night you brought it up.

“This is probably going to suck to hear, and I probably should have told you sooner because I would hate to have been galivanting with someone for weeks without knowing--,”

“You’re rambling.”

“I know.”

“Why?”

“I’m nervous, it’s a—thing I do when I’m—nervous.”

“Why are you nervous?”

He took your hands and held them between your bodies as you stood in front of your apartment door. His smile was warm, and those same soft eyes gazed at you with nothing but tenderness.

“Because I have to tell you something.”

“Tell me. It’s okay, you can tell me anything.”

You took a deep breath and prayed you didn’t fuck this up. “The night we met--.”

“In the cathedral.”

You nodded. “Yes.”

“What about it.”

“Right before we met, I’d—I made a vow swearing off sex. I made a vow of celibacy for a year.”

You stared at him trying to read his face, trying to get any clue that he was upset, or disappointed from hearing it. He didn’t look upset or disappointed. He was smiling.

“I know. I was sitting across the pew from you. You made your vow out loud—pretty loudly in fact.”

Your eyed widened.

“I did?”

Alfie nodded. “Yep. The priest who was sitting beside me looked very proud of that vow you made.”

You busted out laughing then. Of course, a priest would look proud. He probably thought another one was returning to the flock. Sike, whatever, you thought!

“Is this why you’ve been weird all night? Were you worried about telling me this? Did you think I’d be angry?”

You nodded again.

Alfie pulled you a little closer toward him. “Y/N, I’m not interested in having sex with you.”

Your eyes widened as you scrunched your nose. “What?”

It was his turn to laugh now, “That came out wrong. I know about your vow, and I respect it. I respect you. I didn’t approach you or spend all this time getting to know you to make you break your vow. I wanted to know you; I still want to know you. I don’t care about the sex. Matter of fact, I’ve been thinking about that and I’m going to join you on that vow. No sex for a year.”

Your jaw dropped.

“W—wh—why would you do that?”

Alfie smiled then brought your hands to his lips where he brushed them against your knuckles. It was such a simple move, but it was also the sweetest. It was also the first time he’d made any intimate contact with you. No cheek kiss, no hug, no leisure arm around your shoulder, nothing. This being the first meant so much more. He was respecting your body and the boundaries that you’d put in place but was still showing you his intentions.

“Because I truly want to know every single thing about you before I know your body. I want you to know me inside long before you know me outside. I want you to be so certain about me and my intentions and feelings for you that there is no doubt in your mind that I’m a good man for you.”

You stood there for so long just staring at each other allowing the moment to press to memory. It was perfect.

Alfie’s hands moved to grasp your thighs holding your firmly.

“You’re driving me crazy, love.”

You loved when he called you that. It always made you feel like a giddy schoolgirl. Stifling your giggle, you bit your bottom lip.

“I like to drive you crazy.”

Alfie’s smile was predatory, dangerous but oh so sexy. “Let me return the favor.”

“How?”

“Do you trust me?”

Your heart skipped a beat from his question. You already knew the answer to this, he knew it too.

“I do.”

His smile told you how much he loved hearing you say it. He kissed you once then swiftly flipped you onto your back on the extended length of your sectional.

“Let me make you feel good.”

Oh god you thought as your heart sped up.

“Alfie--,” you cautioned.

“I’m not talking about sex, Y/N. Remember I’m on the same page as you, the same sentence even. I just--.” He stretched dropping his lips to the crook of your neck. “Want to make you--.” He kissed your jaw. “Feel--.” Placing another kiss right on your sweet spot you zealously moaned. “Good.”

His voice was so deep the rumble from him washed over your entire body. It wanted him. You wanted him. These nine months had been wonderfully torturous. You felt things for him you’d never felt before both romantically and sexually. Of course, neither of you ever crossed that line but it was easy to be tempted and tempted you were. You’d gone to bet with plenty of blue bean from how badly you wanted more from him.

“Can I make you feel good, love?”

You nodded. Alfie smiled again before he kissed you sucking your bottom lip before nibbling it. Your moan quickly escaped you. The man was so good at kissing it was unbelievable. He could kiss you to orgasm, kiss you until your knees were weak. When his lips moved to your collar, your back arched off the couch. You could feel his hand slowly skimming up your leg, over the back of your calf, around to your kneecap, then to your inner thigh. His soft fingers sent chills through your body and molten lava in your panties.

“Fuck,” you whispered.

Alfie moaned as he watched you writhe underneath him. All he could do was admire every clothed inch of you. He’d had plenty of dreams about you, plenty of daydreams that ended in him rock hard from just the thought of your what your moan sounded like, or how you looked with your lip trapped between your teeth. He glanced to your face and lost it then. He had his answer to that question. You were breathtaking.

“You’re so gorgeous.”

You smiled and reached your hand out to him cupping his jaw. He placed a kiss in your palm then trapped a finger in his mouth. Using both his hands, he dipped under your dress to hook his fingers in the waist of your underwear. Slowly, he pulled them off never breaking eye contact with you. The level of trust you were giving him was intoxicating and he loved you even more for it than he already did. When he came away with your underwear, he held it up and watched you watch it as he dropped it. He could smell the sweetness waiting for him between your thighs, the sweetness that was beckoning to him and he prayed he was a strong enough man to give you everything you needed, everything you deserved.

When the backs of his fingers swiped across your core your back sprung off the couch as if you’d felt an electric spark that pulled you upward.

“Mmm!”

He wanted to look at the treasure you held for him, but he fought the urge and kept your dress right where it was. He swiped his fingers back and forth, back and forth each time he went across your clit he added a little flick of his middle finger which put you in overdrive. Each time he did it, he sent himself closer to the certainty of him not getting any sleep once he was home.

“Alfie,” you said barely above a whisper. He could hear the need in your voice and God did he want to taste it on your lips.

Unable to resist, he snaked up your body to claim your lips just as you said his name once again. You wrapped your tongue around his and moaned kissing him with everything you had. The sloppiness of how you kissed him snapped something in him, something he was grasping so tightly. He was intending to tease your pearl and make you whimper and wail before you begged him for more, but he just wanted to feel you clenching around his fingers as you came apart.

Nudging two fingers into you, your head angled back as you gasped. He slowly slid deeper and deeper until he retreated barely having made it halfway. When he pulled them out, you grunted. He dipped in again and repeated the action this time curling his fingers slightly, you gasped loudly but when he felt you clench, he retreated. This time you groaned.

“Alfie,” you whined.

He kissed your chin and kept his eyes on you. There was no way he could look away he was that transfixed by you.

“Yes, my love.”

He circled his fingers just at your opening keeping you empty even as you wriggled in an attempt to take what you needed from him.

“More,” you whispered.

“More? More what love?”

“More everything. Please.”

He groaned dropped his forehead to rest on your ribs. If your moans did something to him, you begging for him ruined him. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to control his breathing and his own desires. When he felt he was strong enough, he wanted you to have this. He hovered over your face then kissed you once then twice.

“Mmm, tell me what you like,” he whispered.

He dipped his fingers in once again but stilled waiting for your words. You lifted your head and locked eyes with him and what he saw there would have destroyed a weaker man, but he held tight to his own control. Was it easy? In no way shape or form. Were you worth it? Without a doubt.

“More,” you whined.

Obeying, he slid deeper an inch then stopped.

��More.”

He continued then hesitated as he felt you clench around his digits. A throaty moan escaped him, and he watched your pupil blow out. Fuck, he thought. You wanted him as much as he wanted you.

“More.”

Your voice was shakier, more desperate and he decided to give you what you needed. Plunging his fingers to your depths, he bottomed out. Your head lulled back but he cupped your skull bringing your eyes back to him.

“At me, love. Keep those beautiful eyes on mine. I want to see the moment you cum on my fingers. I want to see the moment your body gives in to me and declares me its master.”

You bucked on him as your thighs closed together trapping his hand.

“Mmm.”

He released your head and used his free hand to easily pry your thighs apart. Pressing one to the couch, he began retreating his fingers only to plunge them right back inside of you.

“Oh god! More.”

He pressed his thumb to your clit, then circled it using your own wetness to ease his glide.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, mm. So wet and so tight.”

You gasped as his fingers curled inside of you. He massaged the ridged mass inside of you and watched as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Fuck! Faster Alfie, faster!”

He plowed into you faster speeding his thumb in the process. Your moans poured from you, but they couldn’t drown out the squelch of sounds your wetness produced. He was going to lose his mind and cum right in his pants, he knew it. He just hoped you wouldn’t judge him for it.

“More. Yes! Right there, faster. Deeper. Fuck me.”

Your body rocked along with his hand helping him fuck you, helping him bring you to your precipice. The way you clamped around his fingers told him you were close and no matter what happened around him there was no way he could look away from you as you barreled closer and closer to your release.

“Yes Alfie. Oh my god.”

He added a third finger and moved at such a pace your body jerked with the force of his movements. Your core dripped sending your juices all over his hand tempting him to lick it clean.

“Such a good little pussy you have here, love. It’s so greedy. So wet and needy for me.”

You nodded your head agreeing implicitly. The look in your eyes said you were so far gone, but when you yanked him to you to claim his lips, he knew just how close he was too. You moaned together, writhed together, ran speeding together to your shared release.

“This pussy wants you so fucking much,” you whimpered against his lips.

Holy hell that was all he needed to hear before he was release spurt after spurt in his pants like a bloody amateur. You screech, clamped down on his fingers then arched your back before you sent a gush over his fingers. He didn’t stop he fucked you through it, curling his fingers and pressing on the nerves there sending you further over the edge. When your body convulsed, he slowed his movements to steady rocking as he slowly withdrew from your drenched core centimeter by centimeter.

“Fuck!”

Again, he pressed his thumb to your numb and slowly circled it making your body break out in small tremors as you slowly came back to yourself. He was mesmerized, utterly and completely. How could he not be?

When your head lifted to find him, you found his eyes on you and those amber eyes were so different now than they had been before. You couldn’t place what it was, but you wanted to know. You watched Alfie lift his hand from between your legs and the way it glistened caught your eye. The tendrils of embarrassment tried to grip you but when you saw him place the very fingers that had been inside of you moments ago into his mouth those tendrils shooed away. Alfie sat there sucking his fingers clean.

“I think I’ve found my new and last favorite flavor, love.”

Holy shit, you thought as you came again. What the actual fuck?

When he realized what had just happened, he groaned. “You’re trying to send me to an insane asylum, aren’t you?”

You sat up and started moving to him, but he held his hands out. “Stay there.”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want you to see what you’ve done to me.”

Your brow quirked from the confusion you felt, but he didn’t attempt to clarify.

“What do you mean?”

Alfie sighed then shook his head as he pointed at his lap. You inched lower and looked. There was a large wet spot on the front of his jeans right below a rather large imprint that was still very much hard. Your eyes widened as realization washed over you.

“Did you--.”

“Cum all over my bloody self like a twelve-year-old boy? Yep. Am I embarrassed? Absolutely.

Your smile was soft. “Alfie don’t be embarrassed. Christ you just made me cum all over myself, like a lot.”

He smirked. “Still, I thought I had more control.”

You slipped off the couch and sank onto his lap right over his granite sword. Alfie groaned while his eyes went lazy, and his cock lurched underneath you against your clit.

“Mmm.”

“Fuck this is dangerous, love.”

You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Do you know what it feels like to know you want me so much that you couldn’t control yourself and had to cum all over yourself?”

He snorted and shook his head at your candidness.

“How?”

“So, so good. These last months you’ve kept yourself so tightly wound that I didn’t even know if you were attracted to me. I didn’t even know if you wanted to have sex with me.”

He cupped your jaw then holding you still before him. “Don’t ever doubt how attracted to you I am or how much I want you. I do, I just--.”

You kissed him stopping his words because there wasn’t a need for them. You knew what he meant.

“I know baby, I know, and I love you so much for all of this.”

The way he looked at you made butterflies flit in your belly. “I love you too.”

You wrapped in each other enjoying the closeness you felt to one another after what you’d just shared. Somehow, it felt like so much more than anything you’d ever shared with another man. It was right now you both realized that waiting to be together was the best decision you’d made.

“Safe to say in three months I am going to tear that ass up and own it the way you were just begging me to and you’re going to tell me just how you like it,” Alfie muttered his voice husky, and filled with so much promise.

After tonight you had no doubt he could more than deliver and you couldn’t wait though you knew you weren’t going to be able to sit right for a week.

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dailyunsolvedmysteries · 1 year

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Troy Leon Gregg Escaped Death Row — Then Got Himself Killed The Same Night He Escaped!

On July 28, 1980, four men convicted of murder escaped from Georgia State Prison by disguising themselves as corrections officers. Among them was Troy Leon Gregg, an alleged double-murderer whose court case had become a landmark for the United States Supreme Court, creating the bedrock for modern death penalty jurisprudence. But though their escape was successful, Gregg’s freedom didn’t last long.

Accounts differ on what exactly happened that night, but the conclusion is the same: Gregg’s body was found beaten and floating in a nearby lake. He was killed the night he escaped death row.

On Nov. 21, 1973, 25-year-old Troy Leon Gregg was hitchhiking north in Florida with his companion, 16-year-old Floyd Allen, when the two were picked up by a pair of men named Fred Simmons and Bob Moore.

At some point during their drive, court documents say, the car broke down. Simmons, fortunately, had enough cash on him to purchase a second vehicle, and the four travellers continued on their journey, eventually picking up a third hitchhiker named Dennis Weaver.

Weaver travelled with the others for the day, but around 11 p.m., as they were passing through Atlanta, he asked to be dropped off. Gregg and Allen, however, continued on with Simmons and Moore, until the four eventually decided to rest somewhere along the highway.

Gregg later testified that Simmons became violent during their stop. While Gregg tried to argue the shootings were in self-defense, Allen’s account of the events suggests that Gregg never felt like he was in danger.

Per Allen’s testimony, Gregg turned to him and said, “Get out, we’re going to rob them.”

Gregg fired three shots at Simmons and Moore; both men fell into a nearby drainage ditch. As Allen watched, Gregg went over to the two men, fired one shot into each of their heads, and grabbed whatever was in their pockets. He then told Allen to get in the car, and they drove off. Troy Leon Gregg was ultimately charged with armed robbery and murder, and found guilty of both.

On July 28, 1980, nearly seven years after he killed Fred Simmons and Bob Moore, Troy Leon Gregg tried to cheat death. Gregg and three other convicted murderers were being held at Georgia State Prison, awaiting their ends, when they concocted a plan to escape. They managed to saw through the bars of their cells and a window in one of the building’s exercise rooms. They then shimmied along the exterior ledge until they reached a fire escape. Gregg and his co-escapees also altered their pajamas to look like uniforms worn by corrections officers — and were apparently convincing enough that when actual corrections officers stopped them, they let the escaping convicts go, believing they were colleagues making “security checks.

Accounts of what happened after the escape differ, however. No matter which version of events is true, though, they all end with Gregg’s body being found in a lake, covered in bruises and signs of a fight.

Troy Leon Gregg may have escaped death row, but it seems he could not escape death.

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Meridian #14

by Barbara Kesel; Steve McNiven: Tom Simmons; Morry Hollowell and Troy Peteri/Dave Lanphear

CrossGen

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Community Characters as AIB Face Cards

MAIN CHARACTERS:

Jeff Winger - King of Hearts/Spades

Britta Perry - Queen of Clubs

Annie Edison - Queen of Hearts/Diamonds

Abed Nadir - King of Diamonds

Troy Barnes - King of Clubs

Shirley Bennett - Queen of Diamonds/Hearts

Pierce Hawthorne - Jack of Spades

Ben Chang - Jack of Hearts/Spades

Dean Pelton - Jack of Clubs

Frankie Dart - Queen of Diamonds

Elroy Patashnik - King of Diamonds

Buzz Hickey - King of Spades

SIDE CHARACTERS:

Vice Dean Robert Laybourne - King of Hearts

Fat Neil - Jack of Clubs

Vickey - Queen of Spades

Starburns (Alex) - Jack of Hearts

Annie Kim - Queen of Diamonds/Hearts

Garrett Lambert - Jack of Clubs

Pavel - Jack of Clubs

Gilbert Lawson - Jack of Diamonds

Michelle Slater - Queen of Diamonds

Ian Duncan - Jack of Hearts

Leonard Rodriguez - Jack of Spades

Vaughn Miller - Jack of Clubs

Rich Stephenson - Jack of Hearts/Diamonds

Alan Connor - Jack of Hearts

Eustice Whitman - Jack of Clubs

Jeremy Simmons - Jack of Diamonds

Magnitude - Jack of Clubs

Marshall Kane - King of Spades

Professor Cligoris - Jack of Diamonds

Rick (Subway/Honda) - Jack of Hearts

Dean Spreck - King of Hearts

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Seen people talking about the new banner but not Sean Hinz tweet’s so figured I’d update for people who aren’t on Twitter:

The Rooster Teeth Animation channel has updated their banner art. It now features new renders Grif and Simmons in Halo Infinite armor as well as promising “New PSAs! New Series!”

When Sean Hinz was asked on Twitter if they were going to be using Halo Infinite soon for machinimation, he responded with “Maybe”

When he was asked for a “little tease,” he responded with a video of “Troy and Abed in the Morning” from the show Community saying that he “really liked this bit”

Seems like we might be getting a radio show (interview show?) style show with Grif and Simmons made in Halo Infinite.

#rvb #red vs blue #dexter grif #dick simmons #rvb news #we’re getting info at the panel tonight so like maybe useless to share this but. still!#also YES it’s 2am listen fuck you i can post news updates whatever time i want

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The family of Brent Mack, left, seeks life without parole for his killer Daniel Triplett. (Law and Crime)

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LOGAN COUNTY, Okla.–The family of a man who was brutally betrayed by his own employer remains unable to heal through the grieving process as relatives prepare for the killer’s sentencing hearing.

Daniel Triplett, the white owner of a septic tank installation company and a former Guthrie City Councilman, faces life in prison after he was convicted for the murder and corpse desecration of Brent Mack, who is Black.

“I think it’s too good for him. I asked for the death penalty,” Troy Franklin Smith, the brother of Brent Mack and Tulsa fire captain, told The Black Wall Street Times on Tuesday.

Triplett faces a sentencing hearing on Friday, June 16 at 9:00 a.m. in front of Logan County Judge Phillip C. Corley, according to court documents. Triplett also faces a wrongful death lawsuit from the Mack family.

Family stays 10 toes down for justice for Brent Mack

What 50-year-old Brent Mack thought would be his final day working for Triplett turned out to be his final day drawing breath. Despite telling authorities that he had fired Mack and given him a $1,000 severance package, video footage at a home where the pair were installing a septic tank showed both men going down into a hole. Only one came out.

Smith described his brother Mack as a man who was passionate about everything he did, including supporting his family, but most of all his grandkids.

Unwilling to let his murder go unpunished, Mack’s family has remained determined to see a semblance of justice.

“Triplett thought Brent Mack was a nobody. He didn’t realize Brent Mack had a family that loved him,” Justice for Greenwood and civil rights attorney Damario Solomon-Simmons told The Black Wall Street Times on Tuesday.

No time to grieve, Brent Mack family had to fight for justice

Mack’s daughter first reported Brent missing on Sept. 29, 2021, after not seeing or hearing from him for nine days. The investigation quickly led local authorities to question his former employer and prominent city leader, Daniel Triplett, who told police he had fired Mack on Sept. 20, the last day Mack’s daughter had heard from him.

Triplett said he’d dropped Mack off at a laundromat, but surveillance footage showed he never stopped there.

A search of Triplett’s home led authorities to a work log, which detailed the last septic tank installation job the pair had done together.

Video footage at the home showed that while both men went down into the hole, Mack never again appeared on camera. State anthropologists eventually dug up the hole and discovered Mack’s body. They were able to identify him through the wallet in his pocket.

“What they did to Brent Mack is what the folks in McCurtain County wanted to do,” attorney Solomon-Simmons said, referring to a state and federal investigation into the McCurtain County Sheriff Kevin Clardy and other officials who were recorded discussing plans to kill a journalist, bury his body in a hole and their desire to lynch Black people.

One of the journalists who recorded the racist conversation detailed how he fears for the safety of his family as the sheriff remains in office.

Meanwhile, the judge’s leniency toward Daniel Triplett throughout the trial process proved painful for a family seeking justice.

Septic Tank killer Daniel Triplett violated his bond three times

The murder of Brent Mack first drew national attention after the judge overseeing his bond hearing approved a $500,000 bond, half of the typical $1 million for capital murder cases. Unapologetically showcasing white privilege, Special Judge Susan Worthington cited Triplett’s work in the community as a former city councilor and businessman as justification for a lower bond.

“She didn’t take into account our feelings that our loved one was shot in the back and buried in the hole,” Smith said.

Pouring salt on an open wound, Judge Worthington at first took no action after Triplett violated his bond three times. Only after the Oklahoma NAACP, Black Lives Matter Oklahoma, and attorney Solomon-Simmons expressed public outrage did Judge Worthington revoke Triplett’s bond.

“The judge had several other murder cases she denied bond to. On a capital murder charge she set his bail at half the maximum. Two slaps in the face. She didn’t give him the full amount,” Smith added.

Yet he said his family gained a bit of relief after the guilty verdict was announced on April 26.

“The jury only deliberated for about 2 hours. Dan Triplett was very arrogant on the stand. That’s why we’re asking for our judge on Friday to take the recommendation from the jury and provide a life without parole sentence,” attorney Solomon-Simmons said.

#Man who buried Black worker under septic tank faces sentencing #Black Lives Matter #Brent Mack #white murderers #white supermacy #white hate #white killers #racism #oklahoma #lynchings #white racism #systemic racism #Black folks lynched in 2023

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